you're making me fat.

i hate you.

v(^_^)v

Ever since my temporary stay in Korea, I wonder a lot about how life would've been like if my parents had never immigrated to America. I feel like I would've been a completely different person if I grew up there. Before I went to Korea, I didn't have a very strong interest in Korean history/culture. Also, to be honest, I kind of looked down on fobs. Whenever I'd see fobs at school, I couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed... I guess you could say that I had this strange, unwarranted superiority complex towards them. I'm not sure where exactly it rooted from, but maybe it had to do with their broken English, silly haircuts, obsession with pens, and not smiling with their teeth in pictures... I couldn't stand it. But after going to Korea, I have a newfound respect for fobs. In fact, I embrace them. It's not easy to come to a new country and have to start all over again... Even out of the kids at my hakwon, I always find myself being really chatty with the ones straight from the motherland.

There's something very romantic about Korean culture. They place so much focus on dating, and they stress fanciful concepts like 'first love' and 'ideal types' and all that hoo-ha. I would like to experience dating as a Korean-born person in Korea. As much as I make fun of it, I think I would totally be one to get couple shirts, send ridiculously cutesy text messages ^^, and prepare extravagant White Day gifts. I'd eat all that cheezy shiz up. Speaking of Korean romance, I adore this new couple on the Korean variety/reality show "We Got Married". I want to go on a Lotte date! T_T









sigh. so korean. I love seeing cute Korean couples doing cute things. I remember there was this one time my friends and I went to take photobooth pics in Korea, and I found a strip of photos of this really cute Korean couple... and I ended up taking it with me, and I still have it somewhere in my stash of memorabilia. Okay that sounds really creepy/weird, but it just made me happy.

its sat. night & i ain't got nobody~

Today has officially been the most boring saturday night ever.

I was waiting around for my two besties to come back home from a wedding so we can have a Modern Family marathon (we are such losers), but instead they ended up not coming home and I ended up being the sole loser of the situation. And trust me- it's only fun being a loser with company. Being a loner-loser sucks.

So I couldn't get a hold of them for the past few hours, and I really started worrying/panicking. I think it's because of my childhood traumas of my mom getting into 5+ accidents on the way home from work, but my imagination runs rampant in the worst ways possible. I kept texting and calling them. I even called our mutual friends and their family members. And I got them all riled up in panic mode too. I even texted a friend who I haven't talked to in years- in hopes that she went to the wedding too and knew about their whereabouts. Funny thing is I don't think she was even invited to the wedding and now I probably just caused some unnecessary drama between people I hardly talk to.

Finally, just now, one of them calls me to say that they just left the wedding and they had no reception. Very anti-climatic, yet relieving way to end the night.

But now I'm back to the most boring Saturday night ever. Scratch that- im almost done with the Magician's Nephew.

I want some cereal now. All this worrying has made me hungry.

ps. My blog entries are subpar in quality as of late. I apologize.

dreams becoming reality?

my mom said i can go under one condition: i need to bring back a husband (a nice, well-educated, rich, Christian one at that).

mmm- sounds fair.

Checkmate

You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did no see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feel. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance to escape? The words compelle intrare, compel them to come in, have been so abused by wicked men that we shudder at them; but, properly understood, they plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation.
-C.S. Lewis

dr. seuss gives the best advice

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself
any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.

You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care.
About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."
With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,
you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.

And you may not find any
you'll want to go down.
In that case, of course,
you'll head straight out of town.

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as brainy
and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll join the high fliers
who soar to high heights.

You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump.

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're dark.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...
or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

NO!
That's not for you!

Somehow you'll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You'll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

With banner flip-flapping,
once more you'll ride high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don't.
Because, sometimes, they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
Alone will be something
you'll be quite a lot.

And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul
On you will go
though your enemies prowl
On you will go
though the Hakken-Kraks howl
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike
and I know you'll hike far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!

So...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So...get on your way!

close your eyes and ill kiss you tomorrow ill miss you

I took my mom on a date last week to see RAIN, a Beatles cover band... it was pretty cute seeing all the middle-aged white folks reliving their golden years singing and bobbing to all the ditties.

I wish there was a band this day and age worth fangirling over so intensely. There are musicians I like and such, but nobody that really defines a generation like the Beatles.

I think I identify most with George, but would definitely date a Paul.

I should've been born in the 60's.

debrief.

-this past week was a daily test of patience. it's hard to coordinate prep/makeup/hair/shower time with five girls and one bathroom...
-we never stuck to our itinerary, but strangely our days felt full.
-justin bieber rocked the house. and our hearts.
-never underestimate new york crooks!
-colbert is still my hero. we got in the freaking first row! he is all-around an adorable man.
-yugioh <3

now that i'm back, i'm even more discontent with life in the suburbs. sad sad sad.

am i ready to be come a new version of me?